“Gray hairs are death’s blossoms.”

Man is created free, and is free, even though born in chains.

A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler’s.

Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.

Life is earnest, art is gay.

As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.

Rarely do we arrive at the summit of truth without running into extremes; we have frequently to exhaust the part of error, and even of folly, before we work our way up to the noble goal of tranquil wisdom.

Intellect-brain force.

You have to go the rounds from individual to individual in order to gather the totality of the race.

On dreary night let lusty sunshine fall.

What else is chance but the rude stone which receives its life from the sculptor’s hand? Providence gives us chance, and man must mould it to his own designs.

Only those who have the patience to do simple things perfectly will acquire the skill to do difficult things easily.

Joy all creatures drink At nature’s bosoms.

Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.

Anyone taken as an individual is tolerably sensible and reasonable – as a member of a crowd, he at once becomes a blockhead.

The gentlest man cannot live in peace if it does not please his wicked neighbor.

It would be necessary that they should be already sages to love wisdom.

It is to make it nurture and grow that I write my script- it is directing it that makes my tree blossom and bear fruit.

Single-minded devotion engenders deep thought, which expresses itself in action. The Lord’s Light descends on the devotee, His power awakens in him and, as a result, profound inner inquiry blossoms forth.

When the fruit appears the blossom drops off. Love of God is the fruit, and rituals are the blossom.

The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother’s milk for the very first time.from poem Blood and Blossoms

We are ever blossoming.

The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.